He Doesn't Know (A Mitch Grassi and Scott Hoying fanfiction)

8 - Confessions

HI BBYS! HOW ARE YOU? It's been a while. As of February 26, 2015 this story is officially a year old. This story has hit +29,000 reads and it warms my heart. You guys have been here waiting for me to update, commenting, voting and I really appreciate it. The last time I updated, it was at 11,000 which is still insane. 29,000! Oh my! Thank you. Thank you all so much. You're all so incredibly so supportive, patient, and sweet and I love you guys very much. I'm very sorry about the long wait, I had a great amount of Writer's block and homework got in the way of things. I really hope I'll be able to update more frequently for y'all. A bit of coarse language ahead! Y'all like the new story cover I made? Please leave me some feedback if you'd like, and let me know your favourite part of the chapter. Linked on the side is one of my favourite songs of all time. (I have a lot) It gave me some inspiration for this chapter (as did many other songs tbh), and you can listen to it while reading if you'd like! It's a really powerful, and beautiful song. This chapter is depressing, meaning that Scott's really upset in this one, but there's no self harm or anything like that. This chapter is a bit all over the place but I think that's a good thing to be honest. Scott'll calm down soon anyway. *winks* I'm also going to publish a one shot hopefully very soon to make it up to you guys so keep an eye out for it. Enjoy lovelies! Love you. <3

Scott's point of view

I needed to tell somebody. I felt trapped. Trapped upon words, and lies, and emotions, and I didn't know how long it'd be until I just burst.

Would I tell Kirstie first? Or Avi? Or Kevin? Or all of them at the same time? Or none, maybe none at all?

I don't know.

It's just extremely frustrating liking someone so much and I loathe having to feel this condemned in my own mind. I'm being consumed by waves, large waves of thoughts that swirl in circles. It's like they'll drift away, then come back harder. Sometimes, I could consider my thoughts as mild tsunamis, but that wouldn't make sense. I haven't found things to be really making sense lately.

How would I start up the conversation?

"Hey! What's up? You know I'm actually lying to Mitch and all of you guys? I have no relationship whatsoever with my grandfather and I have a giant crush on our best friend! Don't worry though, he's got a boyfriend. But how's your day going?"

I threw on some sweatpants and a grey shirt. I made coffee for Mitch and I, pouring his in his Elmo cup, and mine in my cookie monster cup. It's never too late or too early to drink coffee, but maybe that's just what caffeine addicts say.

I sipped it, and sat on one of our kitchen chairs.

What if Mitch wasn't dating Travis? Would I tell him? It'd be extremely risky, I couldn't lose him.

My thoughts were interrupted when Mitch walked in, looking extremely fine. Like, damn. He changed his outfit from the one he wore when we went for sushi, and I was definitely liking this one. He was wearing this maroon top I chose for him.

"Hey! Aww you made me coffee?" Mitch asked as he sat on the chair across from me, glancing at the cup in front of him.

"Yeah, just so you won't fall asleep during the movie with Travis." I winked. "The shirt I chose looks amazing on you!" I smiled, somewhat genuinely.

Why is this so hard?

"Trust me I won't, and thank you love!"

I felt my heart lift. Love, he called me love.

"Of course." I nodded, trying to hold back any emotions I didn't need him knowing about. "What're you guys seeing?"

"The Dark Knight Rises!" Mitch grinned. I felt a twinge of pain in my chest, and my smile turned downwards.